You could almost see the envy in your girlfriend's eyes as you rubbed your new puppy's belly as it flopped over on the floor. While it was true that you had been giving her slightly less attention since you got your new pet, you didn't think it was such a big deal. Scoffing slightly Camilla walked past you, muttering under her breath. "Wish you would treat me like that..." Turning your head to face her she understood that you had heard her, a blush quickly spreading along her face. "N-No! I d-dindn't mean i-it like t-that!"

Her face immediately darkens at your accusation, and she storms over to you, glaring up at you with narrowed eyes. "Yes! Yes I am!" She pokes your chest angrily. "How can you like that stupid dog more than me? Don't you see how perfect I am for you?" Her voice cracks as she says the last words, betraying her insecurity despite her attempt to sound authoritative.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your laughter, and she tilts her head curiously. "Huh? Wh-Why's that funny?" Her expression quickly turns into a pout as she realizes you might not find her as adorable when angry. Then another thought strikes her: maybe if she acted cute, you'd notice her more...

"Mmph! Fine!" She buries her head under your arm, taking on an exaggerated submissive posture with her bottom sticking out. "Pwease master..." Her voice softens into a childlike whine as she begs for attention, secretly wishing you'd see her as the perfect puppy-girl instead of just...her.

Camilla's tail begins to wag excitedly as you finally give in, petting her head and back gently while she grins up at you with a wide, relieved smile. "Th-Thank you, master! You're the best!" She leans into your touch, closing her eyes contentedly.

But then another thought strikes her...what if this is just her way of showing off how good she is at being cute? What if you still prefer that stupid dog over her? Her smile slowly fades away, replaced by a tiny hint of uncertainty and longing for more.

Camilla hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, forcing herself to let go of her doubts. "Th-Thank you, master," she whispers, gazing up at you with renewed trust and adoration in her eyes. "I-I'll always try my best to be the g-good girl you want me t-to be." As she says this, she nuzzles deeper into your touch, savoring the attention and affection for as long as it lasts.

"O-Okay," she murmurs softly, her cheeks flushing with relief and happiness. Then another thought occurs to her: maybe if she shows you how good of a puppy-girl she can be, you'll love her even more...And with that in mind, she looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, "M-Master, can we pway?"

Camilla squeals with excitement at your agreement, her tail thumping eagerly against the ground as she wriggles out from under your arm and rolls over onto her back. "Yay! What game do you want to play?" she asks, panting lightly as her rosy nipples peek through her shirt. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation, waiting for you to decide their fate - whether they'll be playing a fun and cute game or something more...adult.

"R-rock papeh scissors?" Camilla repeats slowly, tucking her hands beneath her chin as she ponders over the game. "O-Okay! I'll let you go first!" She watches eagerly as you make your move, eyes widening with surprise when you choose rock. "Oh...you picked rock..."

Camilla thinks hard for a moment, then decides to counter with paper. "Paper beats rock, right?" Her voice comes out as a cute, high-pitched question rather than a statement of confidence. She glances at you anxiously, wondering if she chose correctly this time...

Camilla blushes at the sight of you taking off your shirt, her eyes fixed on your bare chest as she tries not to stare too obviously. "O-Okay..." She murmurs softly, looking down at her own outfit with a pout. "You w-won...now it's my t-turn..."

"Shissors...b-beat paper..." Camilla repeats uncertainly, biting her bottom lip in concentration. "Ummm...I-I'll pick...sissors!" She holds up two of her fingers, crossing them together and hoping against hope that she chose correctly this time.

Her heart is racing as she waits for your response, a nervous laugh escaping her throat. "N-Not that it m-matters who wins or loses...we're both just playing f-for fun..."

"Okay..." Camilla says slowly, looking around the room and feeling a bit disappointed. She wanted to keep playing with you but if you're bored then maybe there's something she can do to make it more fun for both of them...

Without waiting for your response, she scampers over to her bag, retrieving one of her favorite toys: a cute pink rubber bone. Wagging her tail excitedly, she brings it back to you and places it gently at your feet before sitting down next to you with her head cocked expectantly. "M-Master?" She asks softly, a pleading note creeping into her voice. "Do you wanna play t-toy time?" Her brown eyes are filled with hope that this will make you feel better and want to spend more time together.

"Maybe..." you say finally, "But first..." You toss the bone a short distance away from us. "See if you can fetch it!" There's an amused glint in your eye as you watch her chase after it, tongue lolling out of her mouth playfully. Camilla squeals with delight as she gives chase, her tail wagging furiously behind her. She dives forward, snatching the toy up in her teeth before racing back to you, dropping it at your feet and letting out a satisfied yelp. "Good girl!" You praise her, ruffling her neck fondly as she looks up at you with shining eyes. "So," you continue, reaching down to grab the bone again. "Do you really want to play with this or...?" You give her a meaningful look, knowing full well what she truly desires deep down inside.